Donc ma journee commence, et je vais dans la chambre 340. Elle est occuper par la plus petite madame, avec une allure tres fragile, mais toujours en train de battre ses petits enfants au bras de fer. Rosie a 83 ans. Toujours souriante, (sauf le matin sans son cafe) malgre la maladie qui la ronge. On essaye de la garder avec le moins de souffrance possible. Pas une journee, elle laisse sa maladie etre une excuse pour oublier les belles choses de la vie. C'est son motto. Malheureusement, Rosie a commencer a oublier les petite choses de la vie. Elle oublie ou elle est, elle oublie qui elle est, et bien sure, elle oublie qu'elle est malade. Non seulement elle oublie mais, elle commence a imaginer des choses qui n'existe pas. Comme son propre petit monde.
Elle garde un journal, et je lui lis quelque chapitres a tous les matins. Le journal contient un montage etonnant de photo. Je commence a lire une histoire qui est arriver 2 mois passe. Rosie etait en train tricoter dans le jardin. Elle ecoutait les oiseaux chanter. Tout etait tellement tranquille. Un homme passait se tenant les fesses avec ses mains, la moitie du pantalon dechirer. Selon elle, il est le plus bel homme qu'elle n'a jamais rencontrer. Rosie le voit venir a l'hopital a tous les jours, avec se qui semble, un gros maux de fesses. Rosie decidait donc de dire bonjour et de s'introduire. Imaginer vous donc l'homme est Henry. (j'aurais du le deviner quand j'ai commencer a lire a propos des fesses.) Henry expliquait a Rosie qu'un loup lui mort les fesses a tous les matins apres mettre son courrier dans la boite a lettre. (je commence a rougir un peu). Il essayait de trouver une solution pour que le loup arrete. (HAHAHA). Donc Rosie lui dis: Mets du beurre d'arachide dans un biscuit. non seulement les chiens aiment ca, mais ca leurs colle au dents. Tu auras au moins 5 minutes d'avance. ( Donc ce n'etait pas l'idee a Henry.. ah ben...) Henry remerciait Rosie et rentra dans l'hopital. Elle recommenca donc a tricoter. Elle se retourna, et voya un penguin a coter d'elle. Rosie adore les penguins, mais elle ne comprenait pas pourquoi un penguin etait sur son banc. Les penguins habitent au pole Nord... avec le Pere Noel. (Elle pense que le Pere Noel vient a chaque annee pour voller les biscuits et le lait. Il ne laisse jamais de cadeau, c'est juste une excuse!) Rosie se leva, retourna dans sa chambre, et s'endorma. Dans ses reves, elle appela son penguin Marco.
Rosie me regarde apres avoir fini mon histoire, commence a rire et point sa chaise bercante et dis: Oh Marco, ca fait 2 mois qu'on se connait!!
moi, je me tourne vers la chaise pour voir, ... rien. Juste une chaise bercante vide. Je pose le journal sur la table de chevet, embrasse le front a Rosie, et commence ma journee excitant de travail. En sortant de la chambre, je vois Henry venir dans la chambre 340, avec un gros bouquet de Rose. Je lui sourit, et il cache ses fesses avec les fleurs.
Moral du jour: Meme les personnes les plus saine sont les plus folle.
Today, I have a big day ahead at the hospital. I'll be working at least 14 hours and I might have 15 minutes of lunch break and i'll be drinking a lot of coffee to stay awake. I dont mind at all. I prefer to work anyway. a single person's life is not always exciting and when im in the Hospital working , it's another world. Time actually goes faster.
So, im starting my day and im going to visit room 340. The room is occupied by a elderly woman, little frame lady, who looks so fragile but who beats her great children everytime at arm wrestling. Rosie is 83 years old. She's always smiling, (except in the morning when she didn't get her coffee) eventhough she's suffering from illness. We are trying to make her comfortable everyday. She never let her disease affect her mood, and doesn't use it as an excuse to forget about her beautiful everyday life. (it's her motto). Unfortunately, Rosie started to forget. She forgets where she is, she forgets who is it, she even forgets she's sick. She's living in her own little world sometimes. She keeps a diary, that every morning i read a chapter to her. The diary is also full of beautiful pictures that she keeps updated.
This morning, i start to read her a story that happened 2 months ago. She was knitting on a bench park in the garden. She was listening to the birds singing. It was so peaceful and quiet. Suddendly, she saw a man with his hands on his butt and pants half torn. According to her, he is the most handsome man she ever laid eyes on. Rosie sees him coming to the hospital everyday with what seems to be a major butt pain. She decided to say hi and introduced herself the man. you can imagine my surprise when the man is actually Henry. (I should have guessed when she wrote about the butt pain). Henry explained to Rosie that a wolf is bitting him every time he does his mail run. (i start to blush a little bit). He was trying to find a solution to get away from the wolf as soon as he can (HAHA). So Rosie then said: Put some peanut butter into a treat. Not only dogs loves it, but it'll stick to its teeth and buy you some time to put the mail and run away. (So, it wasn't Henry's idea, really...) Henry thanked her and made his way into the hospital. She started to knit again and heard a little bird cry. she turned around and saw a penguin standing there. Rosie loves penguins, but she couldn't understand why one was beside her on the bench. Penguins live in the North Pole with Santa Clause. ( She thinks Santa exist for real and comes every year to steal milk and cookies. The giving gifts part is only an excuse for him to come into houses). Rosie then got up, went back to her room and felt asleep. In her dreams, she named the penguin Marco.
Rosie looks at me after im done the story, smiles and points at the rocking chair in the back corner. She then says: Oh Marco, we've been knowing each other for only 2 months.
I turn around to look at the chair and i see... nothing!!
I then put the diary on the night stand, kiss Rosie's forehead and head out the room to start my exciting day of work. As i got outside the room, I see Henry coming toward room 340 with roses. I smiled at him, and he hides his butt with the flowers.
Moral of the day: Even the most sane people are the most insane ones.
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